Each of the last three years I have read one of Roger Angell’s book during Spring Training. It is an exercise in nostalgia both from the content as well as the fact that I read these books going on forty years ago as well.
This book, the most recent of the series, was the least succesful in my opinion. This is primarily because in this collection the author devotes several chapters to discussions with various players, infielders, catchers, pitchers, and the art, seen and unseen, of their craft. For me, this became a little tedious.
I did find it quite interesting that as Angell writes in the eighties he centers performance on statistics that now are considered to be much less important. Advising that a pitcher had a bad season due to a won-loss record when his ERA remained in the sub 3 zone, for example.
There are some very interesting highlights just the same. In a conversation with the great Earl Weaver late in the 1982 season Weaver comments on the rookie Cal Ripken “ Wherever he plays you can pencil him in everyday for the next fifteen years, that’s how good he is.” It seems even Earl was more prescient than he knew.
He writes of a spring training game where Bob Brenly playing third for the Giants made four errors but later hit two homeruns and then ended the game in extra innings with a game winning hit. A couple things come to mind. A player played a full game in spring training ? And to show that baseball players never go away just this week Brenly made news as a commentator on a broadcaster ridiculing the heavy chain wore by a young player as he ran the bases, thus drawing racial insensitivity accusations.
The author writes of his disorientation in seeing Tom Seaver on the mound for the Chicago White Sox, complicated even more so when he is joined in the mound at conference with Carlton Fisk. This was especially bittersweet to read about this spring when, virtually at the same time, we were reading of an announcement by the family of Seaver that he had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. Sad beyond belief. Later, in the section about the 86 World Series he reminds us that Seaver’s knee injury kept him out of the 86 World Series. Would he have made a difference? Who knows. The spectacled him pitching in Shea, against the Mets in the World Series would have been something indeed.
One thing made apparent, that I admit I had forgotten is the absolute dominance of Dwight Gooden in 1984 and 1985. When one considers he was 19 in 1984 it is just remarkable. Of course, now, the innings he threw at that age would never be allowed. Did that contribute to the quick lessening of his ability. It’s hard to say, cocaine had a great play to part as well.
Another name that appears frequently is Willie McGee. In the mid eighties he was simply magnificent. He was for a short time what Rickey Henderson was for a great length of time and won an MVP to show it.
A conversation with Earl Weaver after a game leads to a description of Weaver demonstrating in his office, stark naked, how best to position oneself and handle an infield grounder. One would imagine this is a sight forever inscribed on the retinas of one who saw it, like a mushroom cloud would do to a survivor of a similarly awful sight.
Wade Boggs dominated the mid eighties. In 1985 in over 650 at bats he popped out to the infield twice. Amazing. Still, even this week, a similar story, showing the continuity of baseball, when Joey Votto popped up to the first baseman for the FIRST time in his career as a major leaguer.
The 1986 playoffs are dealt with, and while the final result was painful, it is the memory of the division championships that the pain of. Red Sox fan is mitigated. Well, that and the four recent World Series victories. I remember 1986, it was, that night of Game Six, one of the happiest, and then quickly, one of the saddest events in my sports lifetime. Writing of the Series so many things forgotten and some remembered are revisited, Clemens being taken out, Schiraldi, Schiraldi, Schiraldi, even Dave Stapleton not being at first base in the critical Bill Buckner moment.
But it is in the writing about the two previous series that this book really excels. The Mets, Astros series was exquisite. The author describes his day of watching the that sixteen inning nightmare, delaying his exit from the television to go to Fenway. I remember that day. Billy Hatcher hitting one off the foul pole to keep the madness going. When Angell writes of the joy in the streets of New York upon the final victory his description of the people outside, huddled around radios, brings to mind scenes of the end of a war or even worse, tragic events. A oneness rarely experienced.
Describing the Sox/Angels series I relived that Game 5 in California. I remember that day as clear as a bell. It was simply amazing. Still when Angell reminds us of the veterans on that team denied, Decinces, Bob Boone, Bobby Grich (who would retire after the season and should be in the Hall ) and of course Reggie one feels for them. And Gene March, a baseball lifer, denied again and having to think about Mike Witt for the rest of his life. And, for .red ?Sox fans this victory became the roadmap as they in just two weeks remembered what they had done to the Angels.
And, not in the book, but reality strikes the memory in what became of Donnie Moore, the Angels reliever years later, sunk into drugs and eventually a self inflicted death. Baseball is as cruel as life
Roger Angell is and was a baseball treasure.